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Dogsmith Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved Story Codes:
F/Dog, M/Dog, F/F, Bestiality, Romance, Toys

   Synopsis: Lisa wants to join a sorority and all she has to do is
complete one last challenge, to get one of her sorority sisters laid.  But
that could be harder than it sounds, especially since the girl in question
is a 3 year old black lab named Sophie.
Disclaimer: This story involves bestiality and it isn't intended to be
informative so much as merely entertaining.  There is much in this story
that is accurate, and I have tried to point out certain precautions that
should be taken before engaging in sexual activities with a dog,
particularly a female, but if you're looking for a factual resource, this
isn't the place for it.
Note: The title is just a made up word I like.  I couldn't think of a
good one.  The story starts the same way 'Sorority Girl' does, just because
I wanted to try it a different way and I wanted a jump start.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   Dogsmith by Lisa Pavageau

   "I don't know Daddy; I'm just not sure if I have what it takes." I
sighed and listened to my father.  Two thousand miles doesn't seem as far
on the telephone, but when you hang up it seems like...forever.  That's why
I was still trying to explain my reluctance to join a sorority.  If he'd
been there, facing me, this conversation would have been over long ago.

   "I know, I know...Meet people, it's not who you are it's who you
know...yayaya...Daddy, I know what you're saying" He hates it when I say
that.

   It's not who you know, it's who you blow; isn't that what you really
mean Daddy?  I was dying to say it, just to get some real attention.  This
sorority thing was just an excuse for our weekly Father-Daughter quality
time.  On the telephone.  Right.

   I watched the TV out of the corner of my eye.  I found myself wishing
Big Bird was on, and then it would have been juuuust...Perfect.  Like I'd
never even left.

   Later, after I'd long forgotten my conversation with Daddy, I had
another one.

   "I don't know Susan, I'm just not sure I have what it takes, ya know?" I
sighed with a strange sense of deja vu and listened to my roommate yell at
me from the bathroom.  Her voice echoed down the short hallway into the
kitchen and made me wince.

   "What?  What do you mean?  Of course you have what it takes!  God! 
Don't be so dense!"

   I looked at my salad and dropped my fork into it, pushing it away.  I
wasn't hungry anymore.

   "Look." She said padding across the carpet with her wet feet, knotting
one of my towels between her breasts.  "You're almost in anyway, right?  I
mean you have like one thing left to do and that's it, you're home free!"
She tilted her head to one side and gave me a funny crooked smile while she
rubbed stiff fingers back and forth through her short black hair,
separating the wet strands and giving it a puffy spiky kind off look before
combing it straight back.

   Susan was a junior and a member of the sorority.  She was also my
sponsor, which was why we roomed together.  Once I'd accepted the
invitation to apply, my campus housing assignment had suddenly changed.  I
wondered if I failed the final test, if I'd be moving again.

   "Yeah," I reluctantly agreed, "one thing left and I'm home free."

   Susan was going out, mercifully.  I loved her like a sister, I guess. 
My own sister, Erin, was a total bitch and she'd run off with a guy named
Coors on the back of his motorcycle when she was seventeen.  When we were
both seventeen.  Daddy sometimes confused us, calling me Erin when he was
really angry...like Lisa would never do that to him.  Of course, that would
set me off...if I wasn't already.  Bad enough being twins, but didn't it
ever stop?

   I sat down in the soft glow of the television, turning the sound all the
way down so that all I could hear was the drip of the faucet in the
kitchen. Like a metronome keeping the beat, keeping me company.  I rolled
my eyes.  If I started talking to the sink I was going to lose it.  I
picked up the little piece of parchment...literally.

   Sorority games; I shook my head.

   It was rolled up and tied with a red bow.  It had even been sealed with
wax and imprinted with the compass and scales of the Phi Lambda's, as if
someone might want to steal their secrets.  The writing was hand lettered
and even beautiful, I thought in abstract.  I wasn't quite ready to give
them too much credit.  What was I resisting, I wondered?  A sorority was a
good thing, right?  Meet other women, foster friendship and contacts for
success later.  We were all business majors, all of us struggling with the
knowledge that we were preparing for a male dominated world that really
didn't want us in it.

   Was that it?  Second thoughts and self doubts; Lord knows I'd considered
switching to journalism often enough.  It wasn't too late.  Or...I looked
at the parchment, unrolling it.  Maybe it was this final little thing that
was bothering me.

   "To our most beloved pledge-sister Lisa..."

   You know you're in trouble when someone calls you most beloved anything.
In this case, disguised within the prose of whereas and wherefore and to
wit lay the real challenge...

   "...Thus have thee been charged, pledge-sister Lisa, to discover and
deliver upon our most noble traditions suitable companionship and comfort
to the passions of our dearest Sophie..."

   Sophie was a dog.

   "...Above all knowest thee, our Pledge-Sister, that lovely Sophie, being
a soul of such sweet countenance and fervent grace that mortal staffs
should ne'er deign her petal bruise..."

   Blah Blah Blah

   "...Tis a mighty fount of youthful vigor required to quench the fires of
her deepest thirst..."

   Uh-huh

   "...Know ye that only such a staff as might a Grecian God posses shall
entertain thy holy endeavor; let him be known to precious Sophie from
Beginning unto End..."

   Subtle huh?  It went on for awhile like that, believe me.

   It was signed by the President-Sister of the sorority, who had deigned
to pen, in her very own crimson ink...there at the bottom...  "This means
get her laid by an Alpha Omega!"

   As if I couldn't figure that much out.

   I scratched my head anyway, just because it felt good.  Our sorority
mascot, our precious, thirsty, delicate Sophie, was a 5 year old Black Lab.
At the nearby school for boys, Winchester Academy, our sometimes rivals,
sometimes partners in all inter-school activities, were the Alpha Omega's.
Somehow I needed to get one of those young men, the cream of our nation's
Ivy League preparatory school youth, to...

   I shook my head, not really wanting to believe it.

   ...to have sex, intercourse from beginning to end, with Sophie.  I
glanced at her, sleeping on the corduroy covered bean bag chair that she
came with.  Yeah.  That's right...she'd been entrusted to me.  What would I
say to a guy?  How drunk would he have to be?  I mean I could probably set
up something over the phone, guys were guys, right?

   I tried to think of her as...well...as..."She's...a short girl.  Sort
of...likable.  Very friendly." I frowned, not liking the way it sounded at
all.  "She's dark, with brown eyes...deep brown eyes!  And, um she's...Very
oral!" I said it sexy, like "Mmmmm...she swallows!"

   And then I laughed.  This wasn't going to work.

   I could lie, you're thinking.  But no...I had a camcorder too; I had to
get it on film for the archives.  Not to mention a roomful of drunken
cheering college coeds watching some drunken college guy fucking their dog.
Some of them no doubt would be hoping that that particular Grecian God
would become someone important so they could blackmail him later.  It's not
who you know, it's you blow....Thanks Daddy.

   Did I want to have what it takes?

   I only had a week too.  The initiation was happening on the next full
moon.  Journalism...sounded better and better.  I fell asleep holding my
brochure for Columbia, dreaming of interviewing the Red Hot Chili Peppers
in the shower after a concert.  It was so hot and wet in there!

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Hey...Lisa...Wake up..."

   I opened my eyes expecting to see Flea stroking his huge...Dildo?

   "You didn't play with Sophie did you?" Susan was shaking her head.  "You
have to do it or she's going to get moody!"

   "Huh?" I rubbed my eyes and sat up, only to have that big strap-on doggy
toy shoved in my lap.  "What time is it?"

   "It's time for you to play with Sophie...Come on!" Susan was pulling me
and I swear, if she hadn't been my best friend for 2000 miles I'd have...
"Yeah...okay." I sighed.

   This wasn't so bad anyway and I did have a pleasant little warmth down
in my tummy from that dream.  I picked up the dildo, 8" of flesh like
space-age rubber stuff shaped like a human penis.

   "Are you sure you don't want to..." I looked at Susan and she shook her
head with a wry smile.  "Honestly, Lisa...you're such a dyke!"

   "No I'm not...I'm just horny!" I stood up and stretched, taking off my
oversized t-shirt and pulling down my panties.  "Besides...you're the one
who seduced me, remember?"

   "Well, not tonight...It's Sophie's turn."

   I nodded.  It was useless arguing with Susan anyway.  I'd been losing
arguments all my life and she knew it.  I'd never been with a girl until I
got invited to join the sorority.  Our first challenge as pledges had been
to submit to the pleasures of Sapphic love.  It's not who you know...

   "Here Sophie!" I whistled, holding up the dildo and she lifted her head,
opening her mouth so that long rough pink tongue lolled out.  Of course our
submission to Sapphic love had started with Sophie...I sighed and felt my
pussy tingle as the dog licked her lips and jumped off her chair.

   She knew what she wanted.  The term for it is flagging and Sophie was
flagging me.  Moving around me playfully while I tried to strap the dildo
around my waist.  There was a little teaser that slipped right inside my
lips, not much, but it rubbed the clit just right...I was getting perfect
while Sophie held her tail high and started rubbing her ass against my
thigh.  That dog was insatiable!  But what could you expect being the
mascot to over two dozen college girls?

   I reached down to tease her, whispering to her gently while Susan sat
down in the chair I had just vacated to watch.  I knew she'd masturbate and
eventually use my mouth, or maybe Sophie's to get off on, but I didn't
mind. I'd be getting off too in a moment.  I rubbed the soft tulip shaped
vulva of Sophie's sex.  It was soft and warm and I was glad to find she'd
even started getting slightly wet.  She didn't always and sometimes we
needed to use a little doggie lube.  I fingered her little hole gently,
being careful because even though my nails were short, dog vaginas are
pretty tender!

   "Hurry up, Lisa!" Susan had slipped her panties off and I could see her
rubbing her slit slowly, although I don't know if it was to tease me, or to
tease herself.

   "I have to get her ready!" I retorted and smiled as my long middle
finger slipped right up inside Sophie and I wriggled it around, making her
give soft little growls that meant she liked it.

   "See!" Susan's voice took an 'I told ya so' tone.  "Sophie needs it. 
Don't you baby?" She smiled at the dog and I obediently pulled my finger
slowly out, shiny with Sophie's juices.

   I put it to my mouth and licked it clean.  I'm not a real lesbian, like
I said.  I mean girls taste okay, but it doesn't trip my trigger.  But
Sophie...Mmmm...  I don't know what it is with her and sometimes I wondered
if all dogs tasted like that.  It was like...faintly sour milk.  With a
little brown sugar in it, just to take off the edge.  It doesn't sound
good, I know...But believe me, it isn't bad at all!

   I savored it and then let a little saliva run from my mouth down to my
fingers, so I could work it around the cock.  I know she was probably wet
enough, but I wanted to make sure.  She didn't mind at all when I got on my
knees behind her, pulling her a little so I could get the right angle. 
Sophie is a large dog, not huge or anything, but a couple feet at the
shoulders and hips and maybe 75lbs or so.  But she didn't protest when I
grabbed her by the thighs, holding her and talking to her.

   Weird thing about dogs is their pussies just seem to go straight up, at
least Sophie's does.  I positioned the head of my fake cock at her little
hole and pushed upward, more than straight inward, letting the rubber
adjust to the right angle.  Sophie loved that!  She wriggled and growled
and turned her head, panting and even her tail was wagging, but not very
much.  I slid into her slowly until she had it all and then she gave me a
look like 'Is that all you got?' and I laughed despite myself.

   I rocked in and out of her slowly, feeling that little push against my
own sex, that sweet rub over my clit and it was good!  I tell you, it was
nice!  Now, I don't know for sure if Sophie can really cum on that
strap-on. The girls had been training her with it since she was barely old
enough to take it, but if she didn't cum...she could have fooled me!  Her
body starts shivering, her legs look like they're going to buckle and she
really does grind!  She grinds better than Susan does!  I think it's
because she wants the knot, really.  She wants puppies, even though she
isn't even in heat!

   Silly dog!

   And then my cum starts getting close and that's when I really have to
hold her.  I wrap my arms around Sophie's body and just push that fake cock
inside her to the hilt.  I love the way her fur feels on my boobs, spread
over her back so her smooth furry backbone runs right between them.  My
nipples get hard and dark and burning while we grind.  Her tail rubbing
across the fire in my belly, teasing me delightfully!  Oh fuck yeah!  I
love grinding with Sophie!

   After a couple nice ones I was glowing and that was when I felt Susan
tugging at me..."My turn..." She whispered and I pulled out of Sophie's
soaking wet hole slowly, turning on my knees to push the dildo covered with
doggy cum deep into Susan's waiting sex with one long push until our cunts
were mashed together.

   She pulled me close, my breasts found hers and I felt her tongue
slipping into my mouth, exploring sensually while mine tickled across it.
Susan wrapped her legs around my waist and we began our own sweet dance
into pleasure, that shaft of imitation flesh connecting us while we fucked
languidly.

   Over time we found a little rhythm and that became a soft pounding, my
hips moving back and forth, working the cock in and out of her until I was
straining at it, arching my back and slamming inside the woman with her
legs tense around me, urging me to fuck her harder until she could cum
finally, her fingers on my back, digging into my hot flesh and making me
cry out as my own orgasm swept through my rushing blood.

   And then, breathless and smiling, our flushed and sweating bodies
pressed together, she would stroke my hair and kiss me.  "Sometimes," Susan
whispered, "I wish I were a lesbian!" And we both giggled at that because
right then, so did I!

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   The next day I figured I better get off my butt and do something.  I
started trying to think of plans.  Like...hmmm....I could get some of that
date rape drug.  But would that work on a guy?  I mean, if he went limp
noodle I'd be out of luck...and fifty bucks, since that was how much the
geeks in the Winchester science lab were selling it for.  One of them asked
me if I wanted something to drink...Yikes!

   Okay, none of that.

   Well...blackmail.  I'd get the goods on one of them and force him to do
what I wanted.  Yeah...and how likely was that?  Anything I might get on
one of those guys would probably be something he thought was worth bragging
about!

   And let's not forget, I didn't want to become known as the girl who was
looking for someone to fuck her dog!  That would be total humiliation!  I
had to play it low key, close to the vest, and still...find a way.  What
exactly was this preparing me for in life, I wondered?  They should have
asked my sister to join.  I think Coors might have done Sophie, just
because she had less than six legs.  So far as I knew that was his only
real criterion in a sex partner.

   Well...that could be spite talking too.

   "Hi!" A voice startled me out of my plans and I looked up annoyed. 
"You're Lisa Pavageau, aren't you?"

   "Yeah." I said warily.  I was sitting down by the dock house on the
lake. I could see Winchester on the other side, the tall red brick
buildings with pretty white trim.  Somewhere over there...

   "I'm Michael." He was still looking at me I dimly realized.  "Michael
Clary."

   "Uh, okay." I smiled nicely, hoping he'd get the hint that I was busy!

   "Can I, um...sit down?" He gestured at the empty spot next to me.  An
empty spot that went for 20 yards in every direction, actually.

   I looked around anyway, like an idiot.

   "Sure." I shrugged like it was a free country.  I was regretting wearing
my navy blue skirt.  It was too short for me and as I sat there I had the
suspicion that Michael Clary was getting an eyeful.  The wind was stirring
too, blowing my long blonde hair into my soft blue eyes and I hated
brushing it away, because I knew how flirtatious that could look.  But it
was annoying!

   "I'm a pledge too." He smiled, almost touching my left boob with his
finger.

   I jerked away and stared at him.  My breasts were nice and I admit my
nipples were showing a little, but jeez!  I was about to introduce him to
the hand when I realized he'd been pointing at my sorority pledge badge I
had pinned to my blouse.  It was just a little thing, gold and silver and
bearing the sorority seal.  I had to wear it at all times or else the Earth
would stop spinning.

   "Uh, sorry." He smiled sheepishly and I blushed a little, realizing I
was turning into my sister.

   "No, it's okay.  I was um, just a little preoccupied." I gave him a
reassuring smile and pulled my hair back, holding it finally and trying to
pretend I wasn't by leaning my head against my hand.  I had my elbow on my
knee and I was afraid to look down, just knowing the white cotton of my
panties were plain as day.

   Michael started looking down and I spoke up quickly!

   "So, uh...what fraternity are you pledged to?"

   "Oh!" He smiled happily.  "The Alpha Omega's." He nodded.  "They're
great.  And um, well...I saw you and I thought, you know, we're
like...brothers and sisters."

   "Yeah!" I smiled happily too.  Light bulbs were going off in my head.

   I looked at the guy closer.  He was sort of geeky, but cute geeky.  Thin
and tall, maybe six feet or so.  He had brown hair and hazel eyes I think,
flecked with green.  Or maybe the other way around.  He wasn't exactly
handsome, but cute I suppose.  And geeky.  I was probably a little out of
his league.  Tall leggy blonde me, ripe firm breasts, tight round ass,
decidedly beautiful.  I started wondering just how far a guy like Michael
would go to get a shot at a girl like me.

   I glanced at him and he was tying his shoe lace, or trying to...He had
his nose so far up my skirt I was surprised he could find his feet.

   "Need help?" I offered and spread my legs a little more.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "What are you doing?" Susan asked me later as I stood in front of my
little closet naked, looking through the hangers.

   "I'm going out tonight." I said without turning.

   "Really?"

   Susan sat down on my bed and then I did turn around, holding up a rather
small red dress.  It had spaghetti straps and it barely covered my ass. 
I'd worn it once, just to get the grade in my English class that I'd
needed. I thought of it as my lucky dress.

   "I thought you weren't going to see anyone because you have that
boyfriend at Harvard."

   I nodded.  "Yeah, I do...but what he doesn't know won't hurt him." I
shrugged.  "Besides this isn't really a date." I started putting on the
dress, letting it mold itself to my body, clinging in just the right
places.

   Susan snorted.  "That's some serious artillery for not really a date." I
thought she looked a little envious.  Her ass would have never fit into it.

   "This old thing?" I made a face.  "This is just bait.  I'm seeing a guy
from the Alpha Omega's and..."

   "Ohhhh..." Susan laughed as the gears clicked.  "I was wondering when
you were going to take care of that.  Are you taking Sophie along?"

   "Hmmm..." I hadn't really thought about it.  "I was thinking about just
bringing him back here.  I don't know, what do you think?"

   "Well, there isn't a lot of room here." Susan shrugged.  "I'm taking off
for the weekend anyway, so it's up to you.  But if they make a mess, you
have to clean it up!"

   "Yeah yeah." I rolled my eyes.

   I'd just be glad when it was over with.  I'd go out with Michael, tease
him a little, get him all hot and stiff and bring him back to my place so
we could be alone and then...just as he was about to sample the goods...I
adjusted my big round tits, pinching my nipples through the fabric so they
got nice and hard...then I'd introduce him to Sophie!

   It was perfect!

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "I want to be a writer." Michael was telling me, and believe it or not,
I was listening.  I'd found myself quite charmed by this man, this person
who had seemed so...geekish!  It seemed he was anything but and it was
frightening.

   "A writer?" I smiled and shifted in the front seat of his car.  We were
parked at what passed for the local lover's lane, a small stretch of gravel
along the lakefront not far from our schools.

   "Yeah." He nodded.  "I...well...I came here, to Winchester, trying to
live up to expectations.  My Dad went here, my grandfather." He shook his
head.  "They're big on the fraternity thing, but..."

   "Sounds familiar." I rolled my eyes.  "Anyway, what do you write?"

   "Oh, everything!" Michael laughed.  "Whatever I can think of...stories,
plays.  Poems, uh...prose..."

   "Poems?" I smiled at him in the dim glow of the moon far off.  "Tell me
one."

   "Oh no, I can't...I don't remember any." He laughed softly.

   "Ohhhh..." I gave him a look.  "You can't bring me out here and tell me
you write poetry and not tell me one!" I giggled.  "That is so wrong!"

   "I uh, well...I wrote something a month ago and I..." He swallowed hard.
"I've been trying to memorize it in case, uh..."

   "In case you got some girl out here alone?" I laughed at him.

   "No!" He shook his head and looked away, playing shy.  "Not just some
girl, I mean.  I wrote it for...you." And he looked at me.

   "You didn't even know me a month ago!" I waved my hand at him.

   "No, but I saw you and..." Michael sighed.  "I saw you..." His voice was
soft.

   "Okay." I was talking softly now too.  "What uh...what is it?"

   "It's sort of...mmmm....well...you promise you won't get mad, Lisa?"

   I laughed again.  "No!" I stared at him, but my mood was playful.  "Of
course I can't promise!"

   Michael nodded.  "Okay well...Can you, um...close your eyes?"

   "Why?"

   "Because." He laughed nervously.  "I'm going to close mine."

   I smiled then, not like before, but tenderly and I felt my heart
thumping a little.  It was...nice.  "Okay." I whispered and I did close my
eyes, but I took Michael's hand in mine and we sat there for a moment
before he spoke.  Softly at first, and then a little louder, more animated
as he gained confidence.

   I felt myself floating...someplace.  Away.

   "You must know that I dream of you.  You must know how you make me feel,
how full of desire, of bare lust.  The need to have you.  To possess you.
It tears at my mind and rends my heart without mercy!!

   "I gaze upon you every night, as though through a shadow dancing in the
light of a single candle.  I have undressed you a thousand times, caressed
you, whipped you...Loved you.

   "My eyes grow dim to remember the dreams.  Like soft tendrils of
moonlight seeping through cracks in the sky.  Or violent, jagged flashes;
thunder rolling across the night.  In the center of the storm are we,
lovers of a nature tossed in passion's fury!

   "When all is calm and gentle is our touch, I feel your tears upon my
flesh.  We move together, each kiss a moment freed.  The dreams which bind
us to our hearts unleashed, untamed by mortal hand.  In moonlit pools we
join, drinking our desire, letting its urgency course through our veins.

   "I want you!!  Tender touch aroused to desperation.  The teeth upon my
lips, the nails dragged across my back.  Hands which a moment more would
bring a moan of pleasure dig deep into your hips.  Pulling you hard against
me, impaling, thrusting, seeking the depths of love denied.

   "Tilt your head to heaven with eyes open, seek you there the face of
God. Let him see the rapture in my arms.  Feel my manhood, swollen in your
womb, the rush of it stabbing deep.  Lift yourself; grip me tightly with
your sex, your legs around me, pulling me, holding me.  Feel your nipples
hard against my chest, my breath ragged in your ear.

   "Move your arms around my neck and run your fingers through my hair,
along my spin.  Stabbing me, clawing me.  Let your hands become your need;
let them release your pain.  Give it to me, all of it!  Moan softly against
the velvet crush of night, silent as it watches.  Love the night; speak to
it with a beating heart and jealous sigh."

   We sat there not saying anything and I felt like I'd just had sex with
the man.  It is a strange, heady sensation...Michael's words had
been...juvenile perhaps, in places.  Overdone and saccharine, but for all
that, it was the sound of his voice that gave them something...life. 
Emotion.  It was an expression I suddenly understood.

   "Come here..." I whispered and I pulled him to me, seeking his lips with
mine and we kissed for a long time.

   "Do you want..."

   "How about if we..."

   We were both talking at the same time and as soon as we realized it we
stopped and looked at each other expectantly.

   "Go ahead." Michael smiled.

   "No, you say what you were going to." I answered.

   "Uh..." He blinked at me.  "I was um, I was wondering if you wanted to
uh...come..."

   "Cum?" I lowered my chin and stared at him.

   "Uh yea, come to my er, room...If you want." Michael said and cleared
his throat a little.  "I mean."

   "Oh." I giggled.  "I thought you meant..." I shook my head. 
"...nevermind."

   We sat there for ten seconds before I realized he was waiting for an
answer.

   "Uh, sure.  Okay." I nodded, thinking I should have said no and then
kissed some more and then after that invited him back to my place.  That
would have been the perfect plan.  Infallible.  But I was sorta still
thinking about his poem and...I was slow, what can I say?

   "Great, okay..." He was pretty eager, as well he might be considering
he'd had his tongue wrapped around my tonsils, but I hadn't complained
either.

   I just had to remember not to fuck him.  Michael didn't seem like the
hit it and quit it type, and he'd knocked my socks off with his romantic
sincerity, but now that we were going to his place I was getting some of my
sensibility back.  I just needed him hungry, I told myself, hungry and hot
and willing to fuck a dog if he couldn't have me.  We could get married
later.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Wow.  Okay, nice place." I said, stepping into Michael's dorm room at
Winchester.  It was actually pretty average looking, but that would have
been impolite.

   I looked around while he turned on the soft light by his bed, the soft
radio by his computer, and picked up all his dirty clothes.  There was the
bed, the desk, the bookcase, the dog, the television, the...

   I stared at the dog.  It was kind of a big one, brown and white and
sitting on a bean bag chair like he owned the place and staring at me like,
well, like he owned me.  He was definitely a he too, I could tell by the
big penis sheathed in fur and the large pinkish balls hanging just behind
it.  He was getting up and coming over to say hello.

   "Uh...nice doggy." I swallowed hard.  "Good doggy...good boy..." And I
backed up a little because he was even bigger than Sophie, whom I'd thought
was about as big as a civilized dog should get.

   "Is he, uh...civilized?" I asked Michael, who had been out of the room
doing laundry or something.  At least he'd come back empty handed.

   "Oh, hey yeah, that's Einstein, we just call him Stein for short."
Michael smiled at me.  "He just wants to say hi."

   "You named a dog Einstein?" I stared at Michael for a second wondering
if the Geek Richter Scale really went up that high, or if we had to convert
it to a useable number.  Nobody was gonna believe this.

   "Well, I didn't." He laughed.

   The dog was sniffing at me, thrusting his huge snout right up into my
crotch, ignoring the hand I'd held out so bravely.

   "Whoa...Good doggy!" I jumped back a little.

   "He can smell fear." Michael shrugged, like that was helpful.  My mood
was rapidly becoming just another memory.

   "I can smell lust." I said, staring at the dripping wet pink tip of the
animal's penis as it slid from its sheath.

   "Uh, oh...Come on, Stein, be nice..." Michael tried grabbing the dog by
the collar and tugging him back, but I think the beast weighed as much as
his namesake.  Probably more.  "He must smell something on you, or
something...uh, do you have bacon in your pockets or something?"

   The dog was backing me up to the bed.

   "No." I snorted.  "I don't have pockets."

   "Oh." He had the dog in a hammerlock, but Stein didn't really notice.

   "Ooops!" I tripped as I bumped into the bed and my knees bent and I
flopped backwards into what turned out to be a rather soft landing.  I was
flat on my back on Michael's bed and Einstein shoved his nose 12" up my
skirt, so that I could actually feel him sniffing at my panties.

   "He likes you." Michael said helpfully.

   "No shit." I breathed trying to push the animal's head out from under my
skirt.  "Do something!" I finally yelled.

   "I'm trying, ummm...maybe he just wants to sniff you a little." Michael
said, "Then he'll get bored or something."

   "Uh...Is his cock still dripping?" I asked sarcastically, already
knowing the answer cause I could feel it like an open faucet on my left
thigh.  Einstein had his paws on the bed now, on either side of my body and
his tongue was licking at my skin like warm wet sandpaper.  It sorta felt
kind of good.

   "Yeah, it's uh...well...it's dripping." Michael agreed.

   "Then he's not gonna get bored." I said.

   The dog was ruining my dress and more than that he was exciting me a
little.  This was more what I liked in a guy, big and strong and more than
willing to let me know he found me attractive.  Not the sort of man to take
no from an answer and not the slightest bit intimidated by my pretty face
or centerfold body.  Very much the opposite of someone like Michael,
although he'd obviously struck a pretty good nerve earlier.

   The problem was this was a dog.

   Still...He was warm and heavy, his fur feeling very nice against my bare
thighs, reminding me of Sophie when I'd sprawl across her back and grind
with her.  That association actually made me a little greasy down there
under my thong, or it could have been Stein's tongue too.  A good 8 inches
of it, licking me like I was an all-day sucker and he wanted to make it
last.  I was getting turned on despite my initial fear and I swallowed
nervously as I realized my body was slipping into autopilot.

   I already had my arms around his neck, actually trying to pull him
closer, if that was possible.  And my legs were spreading around his hips,
lifting up as if I might hug the beast that way too.  I felt my heart
beating faster, excitement and pleasure coursing through my dilated veins,
feeding my suddenly blooming desire.  It was like a switch had been thrown,
and that part of me that was rational and restrained by good judgement and
modest character...well, it was just a spectator now and the show was gonna
be a good one.

   "Mmmm...good doggy..." I breathed, stroking Stein's fur as he licked my
tropical sex through the thin lace of my thong.

   "Ahhh...are you um...okay, Lisa?" Michael asked me.

   "Shut up and read me some poetry..." I sighed, reaching down to tear at
my panties.  My dress was already bunched up around my hips.

   "What...oh, uh...sure..." He nodded.  "Hold on a sec..."

   Uh...fuck yesssss....nice fuckin doggy..." I groaned as Einstein's wide
flat tongue suddenly found my bared sex.  It ran from my tight little anus
up along and between my swollen labia, ending with a long soft scrape
across my throbbing clit.  It was devastating and he did it a dozen times
while Michael read me one of his poems.

   "Til death do I, and unto death, Breathe thy name with my last breath...
Love, Of all my sins, Denies me absolution And so the dance begins... 
Desperation longing And I in desperate sight Offer thee my life, As if the
taking might...  Bring solace to my heart, Give strength to my resolve,
Take pity on my passion And with tenderness absolve; This love from out my
grasp, This pain from out my soul With only death returned To fill the
empty hole."

   "Ohhh god yes...fill my empty hole...oh shit..." I was shivering with a
small orgasm, actually several of them, one right after another until I
thought I must have died and gone to heaven.  An eternity of this was too
good for heaven though...Maybe it was hell...I didn't care.  I was cumming
hard.

   "Jeeze." Michael breathed and I sensed more than saw him staring at me.
I felt like I was on the world's best ecstasy high and I tried to focus my
eyes on the man, wondering vaguely if he'd slipped something in my
drink...except we hadn't drank anything really.

   "I thought it would be a lot harder than this." He was saying.

   "What?" I breathed.  "What did you...uhhh...say?" I was trying to get
the dog off my clit; it was becoming way too sensitive after 10 minutes of
constant attention.  At least 10 minute's of Stein's attention, which was
probably equal to 2 hours of the best head I'd ever gotten from a guy.

   "Well, uh...see, I was supposed to get Einstein uh...well, laid, see? 
And..." He was fiddling with something and I was finally getting Stein's
tongue on my tits.

   My nipples were solid, long and hard and I yanked the front of my dress
down, not caring if I stretched it hopelessly out of shape ot not.  My
nipples were on fire and the only thing that was going to help was that
dog's miraculous tongue.  He was well trained, I'd give him that, Stein
went to town, licking my flushed sweat flavored skin as if it were his one
and only purpose in life.

   "Wha...What?" I gasped, clutching the dog to me as I wrapped my legs
around his back.  I could feel the heat from his cock between my thigh, the
tip resting on my pubis, just above my slit.

   "There." Michael sounded happy.  "Oh...uh, see I have to do a challenge
thing, for my initiation and um, well...I had to get a Lambda Phi girl to
uh...have sex with Stein..."

   Michael giggled while I tried to understand, but just about then I was
thinking penis.  I wanted it, my pussy was trembling inside, all empty and
hungry and desperate to be filled.  I was reaching down for it, feeling for
the first time the true size of Einstein's prick and it was huge!  Bigger
than any guy I'd been with, easily as big as the dildo I used on Sophie,
probably even bigger.  I could barely get my fingers around it.

   "What..." I shook my head, rubbing the odd shaped tip of Stein's cock up
and down my slit, working him between my buttery labes.

   "Yeah...See?" Michael was smiling, holding up a camcorder.  "Uh...say
cheese, Lisa..."

   "Cheese Lisa..." I blinked and then my eyes went wide open as Stein felt
my pussy spreading around the head of his penis and without any warning at
all the dog slammed about nine inches of hard canine cock so deep it
bounced off my cervix and made me squeak.

   God had just punched me right in the soul and I couldn't breathe.  I
couldn't think.  My heart wasn't working and I couldn't feel my toes, but I
know they were curled because I could see them over Stein's soft furry
back.

   "OHHHH...Fuuuck meeee..." I groaned, or something to that effect, I
truthfully can't remember much for the next ten minutes or so.  I was too
busy getting the ride of my life.  Stein had two speeds: Fast and Faster
and he used them both judiciously.  Fast until I felt the swollen ball of
his knot pressing for entrance into my much too tight, but impossible wet
cunt.  I felt like I was birthing a bowling ball that someone had just
taken out of the oven, but it wasn't really that big...more like a good
sized orange probably, except shaped kinda like a lemon as the dog
mercilessly forced it inside me.

   And then it just got bigger and that's when Stein decided to hit second
gear.  The strokes were short and fast, the tip just staying so far inside
me that I was reasonably sure I was tasting doggy cum in the back of my
mouth.  But I didn't care.  I was lights out, cumming and cumming, my whole
body seemed to be wrapped around that cock.  I was squeezing it, loving it,
milking the animal until I final felt the unmistakable warmth of his sperm
flooding my womb.  He didn't spurt so much as just...flood me.  My cunt was
bathing in juices suddenly and none if it could go anywhere.  I was plugged
up tight with that knot of muscle wedged inside my pussy.

   "Kiss me...oh fuck...kiss me...baby..." I love kissing.  I mean it, it
really is my thing during sex, especially on those rare occasions when you
can actually both cum at the same time.

   I pulled Einstein's head up and I was rewarded as the dog started
licking my face.  I opened my mouth, well it was already open, cause I was
gasping for air, but I opened it even more and Stein went right for it.  I
was swapping dog spit like there was no tomorrow and wow!  Could that dog
kiss!  I sucked his tongue like it was a cock and he didn't really like
that so much, but he kept coming back, so maybe he did.  And all the while
I was cumming and he was letting me soak in dog sperm and Michael...he was
getting close-ups for his fraternal brothers.

   "Ohhh...shit..." I was a mess.

   Einstein's cock, that knot thing, had finally shrunk down enough so he
could pull out of me.  It hurt a little, but the sudden emptiness was
worse, and fuck juice literally poured out of my gaping pussy.  I didn't
think I'd ever be tight again.  I didn't think I'd ever walk again, to tell
the truth.  Just closing my legs was an ache and sitting up...I tried it a
couple times over the next hour or so and just gave up.  I was sore all
over although I couldn't understand why.  My pussy yes, but the rest of me?
I felt steamrolled and I loved it.  This was the way a woman should feel
after sex, I decided, anything else wasn't really sex...it was just...

   "That was so awesome!  Man, the guys are gonna love this...That was so
cool Lisa, thanks so much..." Michael was gushing.  He was a shoe-in for
his fraternity now.  He had an attractive young coed fucking a large dog on
a bed, and not just fucking Einstein, we were making love.  At least I
thought so, he was back on his chair licking his cock clean so maybe not so
much for him.  But I sorta liked that in a guy.

   "You gotta do something for me now..." I said lazily, giving Michael a
practiced come hither smile.  I crooked my finger at him.  "Come here..."

   Michael started undressing while I watched him, giggling softly like I
was drunk.  His cock was hard and long and thick, not a geek cock at all,
not that I would know a geek cock from a toothpick.  Or maybe cocks were
just cocks, regardless of who they were attached to.  But it wasn't Stein's
cock, that was for sure.  The dog was blessed with a penis made for porn,
Michael was just a little bigger than the average.

   He lay down next to me on the bed, Michael's hands stroking my hot flush
even as he tried to avoid the huge wet spot Einstein and I had made on the
bed.

   "That was the most incredible thing I ever saw, Lisa." He was kissing me
too, which I like a lot.  Cuddling after sex is a good thing and I started
thinking a girl should have two husbands, one to fuck and one to cuddle
with afterwards.  Or maybe three so she'd have someone to talk to as well.

   "Did you like it?" I smiled, reaching down to play with Michael's penis,
enjoying the weight of it, the hardness, but missing the unique shape and
size of the animal I'd just had.

   "Oh yeah." Michael nodded.

   "You liked seeing that dog fuck me?" I whispered into Michael's ear,
turning slightly and pressing my breasts against him.  "His big cock
fucking me?"

   "Oh god yes..." Michael bent his mouth to my nipples while I cradled his
head to me.  "It was so sexy, Lisa."

   "You weren't a little jealous?" I teased him, sliding my right thigh up
and down over the soft hair on his legs, massaging his cock slowly, rubbing
my thumb over the head and feeling his precum leaking out.

   "Will...Will you marry me?" He was looking up between the valley of my
breasts, thrusting his hips a little so that his straining cock fucked my
fist.

   I blinked at that, not sure I'd heard him right.

   "I mean um, I know you don't really know me..." He kissed my breasts. 
"But I've loved you for months, I've watched you, just dying to meet you
and...I'll be a good husband, I swear, I'll..." He swallowed hard.  "You
don't have to answer me right now...just, please, don't say no yet, okay?"

   I'd sort of imagined it differently.  I mean someone nicely dressed, in
a nice restaurant maybe, or in some romantic place, kneeling down, holding
out a ring...you know.  Not lying in a bed soaked with dog sperm, feeling
sore and used with my womb soaking in the stuff.  It wasn't the sort of
thing you'd want to tell your grandchildren about when they asked how
grandpa had proposed.

   "I...I'll think about it." I said, and I meant it, that was the nice
part, for both of us.  He really was in love and I'll admit I was feeling
more for the man than I'd expected, more even than I was probably willing
to admit.  I did feel love for him, but I was so used to being...bored with
it.

   Is that what it was?  I was just bored with my feelings?  I had a
boyfriend at Harvard and I always thought I'd married him, but right then I
couldn't even remember what color his eyes were.  Michael's were hazel,
flecked with green and I stared into them, feeling my heart flutter
nervously.  This was about more than just having sex with Einstein, or
trying to get Sophie laid.  This was my life and it was happening right
now.

   "Will you have sex with my dog?" I asked him.  And it just came out of
me, so fast I didn't have time to think about it.

   "What?" I stared at me and I squeezed his cock so hard it must have
hurt, but then again he was so hard it probably felt good.

   "I have a dog, um...I have to film it...for my sorority." I had to
confess suddenly, and I didn't know why.

   "Oh, you mean like Einstein?" Michael asked and I nodded.  "I never
meant, I mean I hoped you would want to, but I didn't think you would and I
wasn't..."

   He wanted to confess too and I understood he'd only dreamt of me fucking
the dog, never really planning on anything coming of it.  He'd just wanted
to introduce, and pray for a way to bring up the subject, knowing all too
well that there was no way on earth a girl like me could ever want to do
something so strange and taboo and utterly depraved as that.  It was just a
fantasy for him...and he'd won the lottery.  Now he felt guilty about it.

   "I know." I giggled.  "Shhh...Let me talk."

   "Oh...okay, uh...yeah..." He nodded and it was so sweet, the look on his
face made me want to kiss him forever.  "He was like a little boy
sometimes."

   "My dog is Sophie and she really loves sex..." I grinned at him.  "And I
would love to see you fuck her."

   "You would?" Michael asked softly.

   "Yeah..." I breathed.  "I'm serious and I think..."

   "What?"

   "I think if you could do that and enjoy it...I mean really like it for
me, for both of us..." I was searching for the words, speaking slowly. 
"...I think I could really fall seriously in love with you."

   "Y-You could?" Michael looked at me, his big round eyes hopeful.

   "I love dogs." He giggled a little, like a kid again.  "I didn't realize
it before, not until I saw you and Einstein..."

   "I know." I giggled too.  "I love dogs too now and if I was gonna marry
someone, he'd really have to understand that...and he'd have to love them
too."

   "I do." Michael was nodding.

   "So you'll do it for me?" I asked him, stroking his cock slowly once
again.

   "Oh yeah, please.  Let me prove it, Lisa..." He kissed my breast, right
over my beating heart.  "I'll do anything you want."

   "Anything?" I laughed lightly.

   "Oh yeah." I grinned at me.

   "Uh...I am sort of sore..." I raised my eyebrows.  "And messy..."

   "I um, I have some towels and uh, I have a first aid kit...Did he hurt
you or..."

   "No, nothing like that!" I shook my head.  "I just think you should
um...well..." I started pushing him down, pushing his head until he got the
idea and started moving his body along mine.

   "You want me to...Ohhh..." Michael looked a little shocked.  "But
its...you're full of his..."

   "Shhhh...tell me how it tastes..." I sighed as I pulled Michael's mouth
to my sex.  He wasn't as good as Einstein, but he did have the advantage of
fingers and he took direction well, concentrating on those places where it
felt especially good to be kissed and licked.

   He was down there for a long time, swallowing my juices mixed with
Einstein's copious load of canine sperm.  If that wasn't love I didn't know
what it was and I was really, really starting to like Michael a lot.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Uh, wow, nice room..." Michael was looking around while I moved around
my dorm room, picking up dirty clothes and making little grunts and groans
because that dog had busted my pussy good.  Now I knew what that Madonna
song 'Like A Virgin' was all about.

   "Michael, this is Sophie." I smiled.

   We were back at my place and it was late, like 2 in the morning but I
felt wide awake, we both did, I think.  I'd had the best night of sex in my
life so far and it wasn't over yet.  Sophie was up as soon as we came
through the door, wagging her tail and stretching her body.  She was
beautiful, I realized.  And I mean that the same way someone might have
called me beautiful.  She wasn't a dog suddenly, she was something else,
and so was Einstein.

   I remembered Stein the way a girl would remember a really good one night
stand with a handsome man.  With a sense of satisfaction maybe, a little
guilt perhaps, and with that secret longing to do it again.  I'd had a few
one night stands in my life, some of them good, some not so good, Einstein
had been fantastic and if I could have recommended him to my friends
without seeming totally crazy, I would have.

   That realization made me smile...and then frown as it started sinking
in, what we'd done and what we were about to do.  There was a video tape of
me now, 40 minutes of uncut, uncensored bestiality with a dog.  Close-ups
of my pussy being stretched, of the rapture on my face.  It was real and
intended for 20 or 30 college guys to watch and enjoy and archive for
untold future generations of Alpha Omega frat boys to enjoy.  It could end
up on the internet for all I knew.

   The thought of a bunch of guys watching Einstein fuck the daylights out
of me was a serious turn on, I admit.  Part of me, the really depraved part
of me, hoped they'd jerk off and dream of me afterwards.  But the sensible
part of me, the part that was respectable and practical and moral, if there
really was such a thing, was suddenly afraid and I swallowed nervously.  If
that tape ever got out...

   "She's beautiful..." Michael breathed, interrupting my thoughts.  "Come
here Sophie, come here girl..."

   He didn't really need to call her at all, she was right there, sniffing
at us, smelling our recent sex.  Neither of us had showered and we both
must have reeked of Einstein's musky sperm.  Sophie liked it, like dog
perfume, her tail was already up and she was playing, but not hard to get.
She'd drop her front legs to the floor, keeping her ass high, turning
around like a top as she watched us.

   "She wants it bad." I giggled, shrugging off my ruined dress.  I
massaged my swollen cunt, feeling the juices still leaking from me.  I'd
left a trail behind me like a snail since leaving Michael's dorm, and he
wasn't ever gonna get that stain out of the passenger seat, or the smell of
a well greased pussy out of his car.

   "What do I do?" Michael licked his lips.

   "Take off your clothes, silly." I smiled at him.  "We'll do it right
here, no sense making a mess on my bed too."

   "Oh, right, okay." He rolled his eyes a little, but he wasn't losing any
time getting naked.

   I tossed my clothes, frowning at my panties.  They were shredded, a 20
dollar thong from Victoria's Secret, a gift from what's his name, the guy
back at Harvard whose face was already blurry.  I'd loved him because I was
supposed to, I realized, maybe I loved Michael because I wasn't.

   I loved him.  I smiled to myself, going to the TV stand and getting the
camcorder off the little shelf underneath.  I was gonna see him fuck
Sophie, a man with an animal, mating with her, pushing his cock inside her
and then seeing the look on his face when he was cumming.  I was unbearably
excited with the idea, it was sexy, the sexiest most erotic thing I could
imagine and it even made the pain between my legs go away.

   Michael was playing with Sophie and the dog loved the attention; even
more than she'd loved playing with me, I thought.  I could understand that
though and it actually gave me a new respect for the animal.  Susan and I
weren't lesbians at all, but we fucked each other regularly just because we
had needs and there wasn't a guy handy to fill them.  Sophie was the same
way.  She'd play with us, fuck with us, but I think it was just a way for
her to feel good and get off until someone with a real cock came along.

   Now she had one and she knew it.  She shoved her nose between Michael's
legs, licking at his balls and then his cock and I watched my new boyfriend
as he leaned back, kneeling on the floor with wide-spread legs, groaning
softly as Sophie gave him a canine blowjob.  Her tongue was long too, not
like Stein's maybe, but respectable and it would never tire, I knew that
from personal experience.

   "Oh boy...that feels good..." Michael said and I was already recording.

   "Say hi, Michael." I teased him.

   "Uhhmmm...hi Michael..." He laughed and looked straight into the camera.
"I really love your dog."

   "I know." I smiled back at him.

   Sophie licked his cock and balls for a long time, 10 minutes at least.
She even got Michael's ass, digging her tongue down deep and rimming the
man happily.  Michael's cock was jerking every so often, all by itself,
bobbing up and down with clear precum running wetly from the swollen head.
Too much of that and he was going to cum, which probably wouldn't have been
bad, but I wanted to see it shooting into Sophie's cunt.

   "You should return the favor, Michael." I suggested.

   "Hmmm...?" He looked at me, his face a mask of pleasure.

   "Give her some head, she loves it." I grinned at him.  "She tastes good
too, believe me."

   "You've done it?" Michael asked me.

   "Yeah, lots." I assured him.  "One of my pledge duties is to keep Sophie
happy." I giggled.

   "Oh man I'd love to see that."

   "You will," I promised, "but I wanna see you do it too, lover boy!"

   Michael was more than willing and he did it with Sophie on her back,
which she didn't seem to mind at all.  She just lay there with her paws in
the air, making happy soft growling noises as I filmed Michael licking at
the swollen bulb of her sex.  He stroked her chest lovingly, playing his
hands across the twin rows of her hard brown nipples.  He pushed his tongue
inside her, slowly at first, and just a little, tasting her and then
finding it wasn't bad at all, he pushed his tongue inside further.

   "Oh Jesus Michael...suck her pussy for me...that's so cool..." I was
panting, feeling my pussy getting soaked all over again.

   Michael was sucking gently at the dog's cunt, spreading the tulip shaped
vulva with his thumb and exposing the bright pink interior.  It was almost
red, her canine vagina so vascular, so soft and tender and sweet.  She was
wet with a small bit of fluid, like think milk, whitish and I'd never
noticed that before.  And I could smell her excitement, a heady musky
smell, rich and overpowering even as I moved closer, needing to be near
them for my own reasons.

   "Careful..." I told Michael as he pushed a finger inside her slowly. 
"Her pussy is really fragile."

   "Yeah, I think so too...She's really hot inside..." Michael smiled at
me, like a child at Christmas.  "...Like a furnace in there.  Tight too."

   "Fuck her for me..." I panted.  "Put it in...She's ready..."

   "Okay...um, doggy style?" Michael laughed, withdrawing his finger
carefully and then sucking it clean.  "Come on Sophie, up baby...Good
girl...sexy girl..."

   We probably should have had a condom for Michael, just because a dog's
vagina is very soft and full of blood vessels that can rupture easily.  She
wasn't in any danger from him, but there were a lot of little bugs that
didn't bother dogs at all and could be pretty irritating to a human. 
Unfortunately we didn't have any condoms so we'd just have to do it the old
fashioned way...with the faith that all young people have in their own
invulnerability.

   Sophie was back on her feet, tail up, looking over her shoulder at
Michael and giving sharply impatient barks.  I was ready to cum myself, I
think, just watching the little camcorder screen as Michael took his place
behind her, guiding the head of his penis to Sophie's cunt and then pushing
inside slowly.

   "Ughhhh...yeahhh....Jeeeze...nice and tight...fuck..." Michael moved
slowly, which was probably a good thing because I hadn't warned him about
the strange angle Sophie's vagina took and if he'd just rammed his cock
inside her hard and fast he might have hurt himself.  Her pubic bones were
pretty much right there and they'd put a dent in his life if he bounced off
one of those.

   But he had it right, his cock angling up, her dog muscles squeezing and
pulling him along so his long thick cock could follow her contours,
stretching her muscles pleasantly, giving her the nice hot living fuck
Sophie wanted.  She was growling, but standing still, patient and panting,
with her tongue lolling from her mouth.  She let him get inside her fully
and then the slow withdrawal.  It was beautiful and after a few minutes of
that Michael was ready to go faster, moving his cock harder, grabbing
Sophie's black shirt fur and pulling the eager dog back to meet his
thrusts.

   It was a gorgeous fuck and I rubbed my cunt while they did it, wishing
Einstein was there to do me at the same time.  I could have fucked him
while Michael fucked Sophie, watching each other, feeling it inside and
around us.  It would have been making love, I thought, Michael inside me in
the shape of Stein's huge cock, and Sophie would have been my surrogate. 
We'd be dogs, Michael and I, fucking each other, making love like animals.
It was a glorious dream and I was cumming hard thinking about it.  I had to
fight to keep the camera steady and Michael just watched me, staring at me
as he fucked Sophie.

   "I...I'm gonna cum..." He was saying, breathing hard and his body
flushed with excitement.

   "Do...it..." I replied.  "Inside her...cum inside me..." I said, not
even realizing what I'd said, but that was how I felt.  I was Sophie,
somewhere in my head, and I think Michael felt the same way.  He was
fucking me, he was cumming inside me.

   "Ohhh...oh...god..." He arched his back, straining as he held Sophie
tight against him.  Michael's cock was erupting inside the dog, spraying
his seed into her womb.  I had the wildly perverse desire, the wish that he
could impregnate her, and that Stein could have given me puppies as well.

   Michael withdrew a few minutes later, his cock glistening with cum, hers
and his and I zoomed in on it, licking my lips and finally unable to do
anything else but hand Michael the camera.

   I took him in my mouth first, sucking Michael's cock deep into my mouth,
washing it with my tongue and swallowing the tangy remnants of their sex. I
could taste Sophie all over him and I loved it.  I cleaned him good and
then went to work on Sophie, doing for her what Michael had done for me.  I
kissed and licked and suckled at her sex.  I swallowed their juices, as
much as I could get while Sophie watched and Michael filmed.

   "Fuck me..." I breathed.  "Put the damn camera down and fuck me now..."

   I wanted it, needed it more than ever, and Michael took me like the dog
I was as I knelt on my hands and knees, sucking Sophie's dog cunt and
pushing my tender sex back on Michael's still wonderfully hard cock.

   It was really fuckin good.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

   "Oh my God." Susan was sitting very still, staring at the television
while I resisted the urge to masturbate.

   We were just halfway through the first half of the video; Michael was
still eating Sophie's pussy.  I couldn't wait to see him fuck her again, I
never got tired of seeing that, or the part where he fucked me while I ate
her out.  And then there was the really good part, me being fucked hard by
Einstein.  Michael had copied his tape onto mine and vice-versa, so it was
one long and incredibly exciting home video.

   I was showing it to Susan before I brought it to my initiation that
night.  Michael and I had talked seriously and we'd both decided we were
happy with who we were, corny as that sounds.  I honestly didn't care who
knew I'd fucked Einstein, and Michael swore he felt the same way about
Sophie.  We were getting married, as soon as we told our parents and went
through the necessary rituals.  It had only been a few days but I couldn't
imagine finding another man like Michael, never in a million years, and I
didn't think it was pure chance that we'd met either.

   It had to be fate.

   "Oh my God." Susan repeated and I smiled at her.

   "Pretty hot, isn't it?" I asked, finally giving in to my urges and
slipping my hand under my skirt to find my soaking wet cunt.

   "You can't be serious..." Susan stared at the screen.

   "What?  Why?" I was a little confused.

   "You were supposed to get Sophie to fuck the dog...that Einstein dog
they have..."

   "But I'm still gonna get in tonight, right?" I asked nervously,
wondering if I was in really big trouble because of my little
misunderstanding.

   "Oh yeah." Susan giggled.  "You're in.  You're way in, Lisa."

   "Good." I let out the breath I was holding and my fingers went back to
work on my pussy.  "Wait til you see the second part...it's really good!" I
giggled.
End rache696@yahoo.com http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Last note: Yeah, I wrote the poems and the note and I'm only marginally
embarrassed.  Not by the note, I thought that was clever.  Or the last
poem, I sort of like that one.  I wrote it like when I was 16 or something.
But that prose that Michael tells Lisa in the moonlight...That's pretty
bad. Not quite Vogon poetry, but close.  Anyway, it was supposed to be
really over the top and when someone actually says that stuff to you,
saccharine or not, it works for me...Lisa too, I guess.  It just looks bad

written down :)

   Ummm what else?  I wanted to do a story with a man and a female dog and
the idea for the plot didn't really include any romance, but honestly,
anytime I start getting dogs involved in a story, it gets romantic.  I
can't stop it.  So I tried to work it between Lisa and Michael, but I'm not
entirely satisfied with their relationship and I'd like to visit them
again, I think, married with dogs and how they make love to each other
through their sex with the animals.  That seems sexy to me.
   Thanks for reading.  -rache

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